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I do not repeat, that everything is ultimately intertwined
I am not saying that most rivers have an artistic bend
all wines imported from France
have a special perfumed fragrance?
Do you know that?
the life of a person
is a constant struggle
between love, life, death and smuggle?
The life of a person
is usually between man and woman
on the one hand, it´s oft hellish earth
but that life is worth it
since on the other hand golden trumpets are chiming
not my life, that hellish fact
about that act of that man and woman
we still have a better choice
know the Lord and start to rejoice
pray every day as if your life depended upon it, practice as much as you can
confess every sin that you have trespassed
sin is not devoid here, even if you are a wise man
taciturn eyes, source of uncharted pains
taciturn eyes, source of uncharted sufferings
I do not repeat, that everything is ultimately intertwined
love, life, death and smuggle
likewise life is so most sublime either
yet, our life on earth is a constant struggle….
©Sylvia Frances Chan
Anno DominiWednesday the 15th of May 2019
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